I walked through the iron gates of Bloors Academy, entering my second week here. It was a dreaded Monday. I groaned. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going any further. At first, I thought it was Manfred, repeating his actions yesterday. What had I done now? But when I turned around, I saw that it was only Andrew, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Andrew asked.
"No." I replied, a little too quickly.
We walked slowly to the door leading inside. I couldn't help notice Andrew's big muscles.
"So, how'd your weekend go?"
"It was great! But now I really miss home." I replied, with a hint of sadness, "What about yours?"
"Yeah, it was good."
We were already inside and making our way to assembly. There was a large 'No Talking' sign hanging on the wall, but I chose to ignore it.
"Andrew?"
"Yeah?" He turned to gaze at me with those stunning blue eyes.
I was about to speak again when a low voice interrupted me. I looked up to mean the cold, dark stare of Manfred Bloor.
Manfred's POV:
If I had had it my way, I wouldn't dare tell Summer off, but the other students (mostly Zelda and her friends) were getting suspicious, and I couldn't have that. Even my own dad was aware of my behaviour when I'm around her. He had warned me, but I can't help it. She makes me feel like a…well…good person.
But there could be no more Mr. nice guy, or I would be in big trouble. It was perfectly clear to me whose side she was on. I was the bad guy and she was the good girl. That's just how it was.
I picked my time perfectly. My dad was a few metres behind, watching me. Summer was talking to a blond boy. I couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
"Anderson. Are you blind? NO TALKING!" I yelled.
She turned to look at me with a shocked expression, as if I had just slapped her. I didn't expect her to react like that. I felt so guilty, that I was about to apologise, but she spoke up before I could say anything.
"Why are you talking then?" She asked, her annoyed stare boring into my eyes.
"I'm head boy, stupid!" By now, everyone had stopped dead in their tracks to listen to our little argument.
"What did you say?" the blond boy started moving towards me, his fist clenched. What was this guy's problem?
"Andrew, leave it!" Summer grabbed his arm and pulled it away. He looked at her and said something too low for me to hear. She replied in the same volume as he did, but it made him back away from me. Then Summer strode up to me, with a very angry expression.
"What the hell is your problem?" She hissed.
"You're my problem!"
That wasn't supposed to come out. I'd ruined everything. I focused my gaze on her, just as she pushed against my chest with lots of force. I only stumbled backwards, making her even angrier.
"Why…won't…you…die?" She screamed whilst pounding my chest. I seized her wrists, as she struggled underneath my grasp. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, my dad was shooing away the watchers, and soon enough it was only Summer, my dad and me. Cue the awkward silence.
Summer's POV:
I was crying. My face was wet from all the tears. I don't know why I had reacted like that. I sat outside Dr. Bloor's office, trying to listen to the conversation between him and Manfred. I gave up after a short while and lay my head on my shoulder.
I thought Manfred was nice, but I guess the others were right about him. I actually started to sort of…like him, which was why I reacted like that, during the argument. I didn't think he would mind so much over some stupid, dumb 'No Talking' policy.
I was supposed to wait outside the office, so they could deal with me later, but I didn't really care. I hated it here. I jumped up, wiping the remaining tears from my face and walked away from Dr. Bloor's office. I found myself wandering through the garden, only to end up at the big, iron doors that sealed me away from the real world. I pounded against the gates as hard as I could, hoping somehow I'd get out. It was no use.
I had already missed a few of my lessons, so I didn't bother go back to them. What was the point? I aimlessly drifted through the corridors of the school. It wasn't a brilliant idea, as I soon found myself lost. Great.
I decided to explore, since I had nothing better to do. Soon enough, I arrived at the top of a very tall tower, which I guessed was the music tower. Nobody was inside the room on the top floor. I looked down from the tower. Beyond the iron gates, I saw the world outside Bloors. I could spot my house, my old school, the park where I used to hang out with my friends.
I stayed in the tower for the rest of the day not caring whether I was in big trouble or not. I soon fell asleep, against one of the cold, hard pillars.